MONSTERS(Warrior women) #Fiction(4)

Blood dripping from my knuckles,

Eyes sunken deep.

Sweet smell like honeysuckles,

Awake even when you’re asleep.

Years of being put in a box

That’s where the revolution starts.

Trained our eyes like hawks,

All just to protect our parts.

They made the world unsafe,

Filled it with evil and pain.

Even those meant to keep us safe

Misused the trust for their own gain.

Centuries of being locked

Changed something in us.

A feral part unlocked

Just to fight for us thus.

Fighting for our survival

Since the day of our arrival.

Born or changed as daughters,

Left alone to wade through deep waters.

You call me a monster?

Oh, but darling, I’m a survivor.

(For society will not fight for us,

We will fight for us)

-SB

Hey guys. I’m back with another poem. This one inspired by how women have to fight for their safety and survival.

As a woman, if I or another woman ever fights back or raise our voice, we are labelled as “feral” or “monsters”.

But, in order to survive and live, we have to fight to protect ourselves.

So I guess, thinking about the whole patriarchal, misogynistic side of the world… I came up with this.

Hope you liked it! See you soon!